he totalled up the day’s casualties and injuries
less than yesterday, signs of a falling trend
more importantly, consistently less than the other side
at home, the women wept
that’s enough of your racket! when will I get a moment’s peace from you urchins. oooh this street’s gone right downhill; it was never the same after that nice Mr Wilson passed. No respect, that’s it. They’ve lost […]
after months of acrimony, possibly years if you think of the time before the divorce, since the intangible moment when our marriage turned into dysfunction, we came to a settlement, lawyers drawn at the ready
don’t sit on the radiator, you’ll get piles!
how we imitated the universal grandmother, sniggering as only 13-year-old girls can
we could not be told a thing
later on, these grandmothers would […]
the eyes glazed over
several audible groans
a head drops onto the desk, heavily, not noisily
“not a soppy book, please”
anything but that
she kept us all going, pushing us ever, inexorably onwards
never running out of puff, but still, we were made to hear the gears creak, the pistons whine
at times we resented her
we would have been lost without […]
what is the function
everyone has one, where’s yours
welcome to the room where we keep the people without a function
behind this door is the functionless
i didn’t realise that joining the tour made me […]
years afterwards, the sting of the cane forgotten, remain the shame and the image of laughing sneers
hot breath in the back of my neck
I can hear the laboured intake and exhalation of air
my skin crawls
I turn round, with reluctance
the best is a rediscovery, something that had been sitting comfortably in the part of your mind you’d left unilluminated, waiting patiently for you to stumble round and notice it
watch out fer yer granny’s drawers
she leaves them hangin on tha line
ye run unda them, get yersel caugh
th’elaccys loose, yull run a mile wi’out i comin off tha liyne
me round the bend, up the wall, to my wits’ end
don’t you dare tell me it’s all in my head, that I choose to be a victim
time for me to take off the seatbelt and shove you off the wheel
where could the culprit be found?
the broken-down wall?
the debris scattered in the street?
the shattered glass?
the bloodied edge?
the arm, outstretched.
sitting in the ground
lurking under soil
hiding in the dark
waiting for spring
as a manager, he just manages
But seriously, when did management become about following orders from management higher up, enacting strategies copied in name alone from never read studies?
what happened to thought?
what level are you? what level is he? why am I this level? how do I get to the next level? what is the average level? is it getting easier for the children to reach the higher levels? can you ask that of a low-level child? how are you catering to the top-levels? *CLUE: it’s [...]
boiling with rage? perhaps, though he kept the lid down
you saw his lips tighten, a visibly lengthy exhale, nostrils flaring
you’d only notice if you chose to look
I kept myself calm by watching him
we pulled it out of the ground
you must grip close to the base, near the soil, or only the stem will snap off in your hand, a quick, sharp, unsatisfactory feeling
not like the lingering, deep drawing out of the tap root
you always brush the hairlike rootlets with your finger after, bewitched
the buds on our backs itch, ache
we contort our shoulders,
push, rub against our chairs for comfort
surreptitiously, afraid of being spotted
one day we will burst free
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